Annie: Sorry. I think you have the wrong number. Will: Seriously? Annie: No. I was just messing with you. Will: Ha ha, funny girl. Annie: Everything is holding up. But the scenery is oddly a lot less hot. Will: Annie Walker. Are you…flirting with me? Annie: Maybe. Or maybe this is a forty-year-old man’s number and I’m catfishing you. Will: If you are a dude, are you at least sexy? Annie: How do you feel about loafers with little tassels on the front? Will: *Bites fist*
